My work is mostly reflections on the society with a satirical flavor. The characters in my book are people you can easily connect to and have met all your lives. I try to make the read entertaining, light and pleasant. To me, writing is a medium to spread comfort, positivity and good humor. Blog by Manju Nambiar.
Law of Attraction is the ability to attract in your lives the things you want, by focussing only on it. It’s one of the mysteries of this world, a concept that is so easy to read, but hard to follow or attain. I had a fascinating experience today with this theory and this blog is all about that !
Last week was very stressful for me; a death in the family, an accidental fall of my seven year old daughter, a broken car, hectic work schedule, and the regular family drama to sum it all up. It was so bad that by Saturday, I was completely worn out, low, negative and not even fully functional.
I am a regular reader of books and articles pertaining to law of attraction, mindfulness, NLP (training your brain to see positivity in life) and what not. I have also tried embracing the ideas in my life during my low points.
So Saturday midnight before sleep, I decided to apply all that I have learned/researched so far to make my Sunday better!
I woke up later than usual on the Sunday morning, without the annoying ringing of the phone alarm. As soon as I opened my eyes, I remembered to smile and say a silent prayer to the Almighty for giving me this opportunity to see this beautiful Sunday morning. Watching over my sleeping daughter, I sighed a heave of gratitude for entrusting this cutie-pie with me.
I then consciously got up, layered myself with a cozy, furry housecoat and made myself a warm cup of masala chai. While sipping this miracle drink, I made sure I did not open the laptop to read my usual quota of news, which habitually stir up emotions in me as I read the injustice and unfairness all around.
I kissed my daughter when she woke up and patiently stood by her as she completed her morning rituals. As I fed her the breakfast, I reviewed the week’s school work with her . She too was gentle and quiet and pleasantly dazed that I am not keeping a mental timer on her activities.
On Sundays, she goes to ‘bal vihar’ classes in the temple. So I got her dressed , did a new hair style on her and drove off to the temple with her. All the while in the car, I chit chatted with her about her school, friends etc. We were served lunch as prasad in the temple.
We sat on the floor side by side and was quietly finishing the temple prasad lunch. I had finished mine earlier, but instead of hurrying to keep the plates back, I continued to sit there, observing my daughter as she nibbled tiny pieces of chappati in her little mouth.
I am not sure how long we sat there for I did not check the phone for time or messages, nor did I force her to eat fast, as I usually do.
I was cut short from this present state when some one sitting opposite to me called out …
“Hello, do you have a camera?” I looked up to see a rather old gentleman with gray hair, probably in his late 60’s or early 70’s pointing his hand at me expecting me to hand over the camera.
I was taken aback and it took me a while to respond to him. Forgetting to ask him the reason, and even forgetting where I had placed the phone in my bag, I rummaged through to grab the phone to hand it over to him. As I was trying to get to the camera feature of my phone, with my bewildered absent minded expression, the old man continued.
“You looked so peaceful sitting there looking at your daughter, I wanted to capture the moment for you.” He said smiling as he began to muse “Life goes very fast, and before you know, it would be over. Here, give me the camera, let me take a picture of this magical moment.” With a smile on my lips and a tear in my eye, I nodded my approval for the photograph.
As we posed for the photograph, sitting on the floor in the most regular looking hall, with the most routine food, dressed in the most humble unassuming clothing, I realized, this was in turn magical, this was the best moment of my life in a very long time and now at that particular juncture, I was the most peaceful and happiest person in the world.
As I thanked him with all my heart for helping me realize the meaning of life, it dawned on me that it’s our ability to enjoy and cherish the small moments in our life that makes us beautiful to the beholder’s eyes.
On September 28, 2018, the Supreme Court of India lifted the centuries-old practice of prohibiting women from the age of menarche to menopause to enter the Lord Ayyappa temple at Sabarimala in Kerala, India.
Ever since the verdict, there has been a loud outcry favoring and opposing the decision by the various communities and sects of the Indian Society.
Here is my thought process on the issue:
1) It’s just common sense to honor and respect the traditions and rituals followed in the last thousands of years of a religious place, there’s nothing discriminatory about it, or at least I don’t see forbidding women of 10-50 years of age from entering the temple as inequality or discrimination!
2) In fact, the ordinance men need to perform to allow entry into the temple are the exact things that is the need of the hour in this modern age!
Men need to follow the following practices strictly for 41 days in order to get to the sanctum sanctorum of the temple:
Cook his own food and by no means give trouble to others in the family.
Strive to be pure, even in his thoughts. Do not hurt others by words or actions.
Be disciplined in life. Have bath thrice a day, have food only after a shower, pray in the morning and evening.
Be self-reliable for all his needs. Live a minimalistic life and avoid worldly pleasures.
Pray and totally surrender oneself to God
No ego / No fights / No self
No alcohol and other vices
Such wonderful/blissful points, is it not? Isn’t this what all women need in the present society ?
This is what the feminists are fighting for in our society. This is what every single present day woman desire. This is what a contemporary woman dream of in her wildest fantasy !
No other temples can get this favorable for women and their needs !! Open your eyes ladies, Sabarimala does not represent gender inequality , whereas the temple tries to help women lead a happy life by bringing discipline and goodness into their men ! This is not patriarchy or violative of woman’s rights! In fact this is the best it can get anywhere in the world!
3) Here are some temples in India where men cannot enter. Men respectfully and obediently stay away, giving all due respect to the tradition. Does not mean that there is gender discrimination against them , does it?!
Does citizens of a country living outside the country, what ever be the reason, to earn a living , to earn an education, earn a better salary or even to earn a more challenging job have any right to write/talk about their own country back home?
Well, if its praises and accolades on the country, there is a barrage of rage and vexation thrown at the writer, with all sorts of questions,
What do you know about our lives here ?
You have no right to comment on any happenings as you don’t live here anymore.
Our lives are not as commendable as you claim to be.
And well oh well, if it’s things to improve on, think about or even work on, the writer is again thrown with a series of gruesome, nasty comments.
How dare you say we lack at this and that?
We are a great country and people living here are truly patriotic unlike you who ran away to a more luxurious world.
We are one and you most definitely are not one among us and hold no right what-so-ever to inspire changes or thinking among the mass.
Indeed, it’s clear that one becomes a foreigner in the minds of people the moment one steps out of the homeland. And yet when they are in the foreign land, every one around the person including the person himself/herself identify one-self as ambassadors/advocates of their home land.
Isn’t this truly tragic? They belong neither there not here….
Shouldn’t we hear them out ? Shouldn’t we give them a chance to debate or consider their thought process and ideas?
I think we should for its only when you are in a foreign land..
Your heart genuinely beats for your homeland.
You long for the cool breeze and aroma of your motherland.
You with all your heart want development of your country without any personal gains.
You would have the exposure and the know-how information on what can be done to make things better. You can compare and suggest schemes that would help to grow in the right direction.
You think, dream, and pray for the well being of your loved ones every waking moment of your day.
You know what patriotism is, in every sense of the word!
Not letting the person talk or rather, giving the person a sermon about patriotism or the lack of it, does not make one a true patriot !
If I had a time machine to travel back in time, and change something in the history of India, what would it be?
Yes, its a hypothetical question and a thinking project and yes, it’s probably not of much use now, but a retrospect of the past might help us in building a better future.
What if someone thinks, the past is past and there is no way to return, why not I begin something right now when I am actually living in it?
What if someone thinks, a certain something or the lack of it led to the present state of affairs, and make sure it does not happen now, so our children can be safer?
What if someone thinks, I can now connect to what my forefathers did for my country?
I took this question to many around me, in different age group, gender and who live in the present world. This was some of their thoughts. Adding my own comments too in the list.
If I could change something, it would be
The caste system: Dividing the society into high/low based on the family of their birth simply demotivated them from striving for a better life as it was rewarded/prohibited to them by virtue of their birth and nothing they did could change their fortune.
Upliftment of women: Would provide educational opportunities for women, prevent child marriages and encourage intelligent reading and discussions among the women. Respect and security of the women would be of utmost importance.
Invasion by the British: Yes, the Britishers are responsible for uniting the kingdoms to form the modern India. But I would rather we would not have let them rule us. I strongly believe if it had not been for their biased interest and gains, we would have become a super power by now.
Clean and abundant water: Form a water authority to ensure that the rivers and lakes are clean and maintained. Develop inland water ways by linking rivers.
Pollution and Waste Management: Enforce necessary measures and update legislation to prevent pollution and effective handling of waste.
A clear separation of politics and religion: Make a clear distinction between the two, so the junta is not biased or confused while deciding on their candidate. And for the candidates to not meddle with the religious freedom of the electorate in order to win an election.
Qualified leaders: Ensure that our political leaders, who show case our country to the outside world and who lead us, are properly trained and qualified to do their job. For any posts, there is a minimum qualification. This should be applicable to all politicians, MLAs, MPs, Presidents, Prime Ministers as well. They should be highly educated and should have deep technical knowledge in the areas of their concern. This would also curtail corruption and bureaucracy to some extend.
Practice of Sati: Block even the suggestion of Sati as soon as the idea occurred in someone’s mind. Not even one would have been allowed to follow this barbarian inhuman practice.
Please comment below on this blog any other changes you could think of, that would have positively mattered to our country.
Disclaimer: This blog is meant for healthy discussion, not for judging others. I guarantee that your comments will not be judged, and likewise , please don’t judge mine too.
Do you know how to cook, Neethu?” Her tone was much friendlier this time, thanks to the intoxicating sugar.
“Oh no aunty, I don’t know anything.” I answered honestly and five pairs of patronizing eyes were looking way down upon me.
“Yes, girls these days don’t know anything. I already had my son by the time I was your age, you know and I used to cook for five people in the family including my in-laws.” If I was expected to read between the lines, it meant (a) I don’t know anything (b) I was already late for marriage (c) It was time to have a baby (d) I had to cook for her too.
But my uncle, dad, mom, aunty all nodded their heads in unison. Mrs. Janaki was rather pleased with their compliance.